Chapter 271: There Is A Path To Hell But You Did Not Take It (1/2)
Being the precursors (or ancestors?) of vampires, Nightstalkers shared the ability of most vampires but didn’t have as many vulnerabilities as they do.
For example, although sunlight which instantly kills vampires and burn them into ashes certainly could inflict some damage to Nightstalkers, the regeneration ability of most Nightstalkers would be compensate-or indeed overcompensate—for the damage sunlight could cause, which meant it wasn’t lethal to them.
Additionally, the rumor that anyone bitten by a vampire would become one was mistaken.
Vampires were basically Nightstalkers of diluted bloodlines. However, when the gods wiped out the Nightstalkers, the curse they forced upon the Nightstalkers extended to the vampires, forcing them to shoulder a great many vulnerabilities and curses.
Though human scholars had theorized that vampires were undead creatures, that was only because specimens were rare and any attributes of vampires could only be researched through the study legends and tales passed down from generations before. Such information passed down by word of mouth naturally lost veracity in information, just as folktales would be exaggerated or distorted.
In truth, vampires were alive and could procreate normally.
Victims of their bites were merely infected by the curse that plagues them, killing them instantly when they were bitten while their souls were bound in their corpse, turning them into blood slaves of the vampire.
The reverse was understandable as well—if vampires could increase their numbers by biting, they probably would be everywhere now, and wouldn’t be facing extinction like the giant panda…
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Meanwhile, Edward was naturally struggling as hard as he could against Vlad’s grip, but the insurmountable gap between their stats meant he simply couldn’t free himself.
He wasn’t aware that Vlad was disgusted by the very same thing.
The Nightstalker believed that his kind stood above all other living beings, a noble race that deserves to transcend beyond all beings, which was true given their position in the food chain. Feeding upon every other creature, they were entities that could stand alone against the world.
That was why Vlad, the Father of all Nightstalkers hold such contempt in drinking human blood when he had been alive. After all, they were nothing less than a species that had suddenly appeared out of some unknown gutter.
If the Roaring Blaze Tiger Warrior hadn’t punched off a third of his HP and the Players’ see-saw battle didn’t cost him what few mana he had left after his awakening, he would rather fly away to find more savory races, reluctant to even touch any human.
Be that as it may, the joint offensive of the Players did make him feel a genuine threat, and as his indignation boiled into rage, he finally admitted that the humans of today were tenacious enough to hurt him. That was the reason he would attack Edward personally.
Still, admitting that the humans were formidable enemies was one thing, but disgust remained disgust…
“Don’t fight it. Your blood and your flesh shall become a part of me, and you shall become my most loyal puppet. When the empire of Nightstalkers rise again, you would realize how wise a choice it was to become my slave!”
Vlad whispered into Edward’s ear.
But whether it was the Nightstalker’s words or because he was being strangled, Edward rolled his eyes, thinking: you’re not letting me choose, though!
In an instant, Vlad’s fangs pierced Edward’s neck and he drank mouthfuls of Edward’s blood, satiating the thirst that had never faded for a second after his awakening!
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Although the others couldn’t see what was happening to Edward since he was shrouded in the eye of the hurricane, there were in fact a pair of eyes that saw it all from the very start.